Until I was about ten years old I'd always been happy taking my clothes off. Then puberty hit and that was taken from me. Gradually my body became a loaded space, protruding with curves, inciting cat calls from strangers, inciting uninvited hands on me. The gaze and comments of strangers sexually objectified me long before I was a sexual being. My body no longer felt like a safe home.
The world is watching and analysing the physiques of women in the public eye as a kind of first-world sport, and hypothesising obsessively about their diets, feeding the consciousnesses of young girls with drivel about who they should be and what they should look like and telling them they really should care an awful lot about those things, or else.
The problem with feminism isn't with the idea itself, but everything that surrounds it. From the misunderstanding of what the term actually means, to the idea that it is only for women. In fact, feminism is a threat to the way things have been for centuries, one which affects the demographic I belong to particularly: the white, straight, middle-class male.
Sexual assault, peer pressure and female objectification are far from humorous. Satire isn't satire when it's kicking down another group. It only creates a bad perspective for incoming students of student life and a bad image of current students, implying this is what everyone's freshers was like and therefore yours should be too.
There is no question that putting Sofia Vergara on a literal pedestal at the Emmys objectified her in a manner that was blatantly sexist. It rightly raised the ire of viewers, setting off an almost immediate wave of wrath from those who voiced their disgust online.
Picture this, you're out for a long day of shopping with a male companion, be it your partner or just a friend and he decides to go for a haircut. You are greeted with the request to leave 'women aren't allowed' the owner says. Are you in the 1940s? No, guess again, you're in 2014!
Considerable time, effort and money has gone into portraying Knox as a wholesome girl-next-door and Sollecito, a shy, well-behaved doctor's son. Stories that threaten to shatter these carefully constructed PR images are just brushed under the carpet.
When people steal from the state through benefit fraud (usually out of desperation), there's public outcry. But when the state steals from the people by failing to provide even a basic standard of living, whilst corruption and tax evasion runs unchecked, we're told it's all part of a necessary strategy for economic recovery.
With church and religion being always against any form of interference in the natural course of childbirth, especially using science, it remains to be seen whether the doors will open for Ectogenesis or if they will be sealed shut. In any case, Science has already found its path now.
I'll tell you what I know about war in Ukraine, and life there. Some of you will scream "you are not there!" and that's right, I'm not in Ukraine but in France, and the war is not where I am but in Ukraine. However, as are all Ukrainians, I'm living this war too, even though I'm far away from it. It's like a long-distance relationship, and I know those very well.
The comments section of any online newspaper, group or forum is something that I am drawn to when I read an article or piece that interests me. Because it is the internet people tend to say exactly what think, without recourse or fear that the people they know in real life would find out what they truly believe. This opens up a pass to be completely honest which has both its up and downsides.
How about women decide for ourselves what risks are acceptable to us - after we've been given all the relevant information and medical advice, of course - and how many (if any) periods we want to have and when we want to have them. Periods aren't really a curse. But they are a choice.
It was during a cooperative online match of Mass Effect 3 (one of my favourite online games from the last few years) that I was reminded that I was a girl. Not that I had necessarily forgotten that I had to sit down to wee, but I had forgotten that my sex could be an issue.
When former supermodel Jodie Kidd got to the final of Celebrity Masterchef last month, a lot of viewers were shocked. Models have to stay slim, so they aren't exactly known for their culinary skills (unless it involves whipping up a green salad with no dressing).
The tone and style of The Sun, and other tabloids, is family friendly. They attract the attention of parents and children with holiday giveaways, Disney and theme-park promotions, etc on their covers. They are aimed at the man/woman in the street, light in tone and "matey" in style. This is what makes the problem so insidious.
Today, we're looking at a society of females prepared to go to extreme lengths to comply with the so-called ideal - an ideal which is realistically unobtainable for most. Alba's tight-lacing routine was a response not-only to the pressure desire to achieve an hourglass figure, but also to trim down to her pre-baby weight in record speed.